Tyranny.
When mice shred of conscience tie
Buckle a desperate mother asks milk
Said they framed false
Our Asa tyranny mow more opaque
We’re not wrapped treasure
Unless stored in the chest
No say in front of the palace grandeur
Because we already live in miserable ground
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